Teaching philosophy meme

Sisyphus at Academic Cog has thrown down the gauntlet, asking others to share that most dreaded of exercises–the statement of teaching philosophy.

When I worked in a teaching center, I had to read a lot of these by grad students and postdocs going on the job market, and by faculty who wanted to include one in their tenure and promotion packet.  And hoo boy, did I read some bad ones.  Because they’re so easy to write poorly.  Plus, they tend to all sound alike because their writers imagine there’s something that reviewers expect to see in these statements.  And maybe most reviewers do look for something specific. . . but at the point I last revised my statement I was more interested in remaining authentic to my experience in the classroom and less enamored with conscientiously using the “correct” rhetoric of teaching and learning.

So when I revised my statement for my last round on the job market, I decided I wanted to structure it differently.  I’m still not completely satisfied with it, but here’s where it stands now:

When I was a graduate student instructor, I found writing a statement of teaching philosophy to be a relatively easy task.  I had only my experience to speak from, and I was fortunate to be teaching subjects students seemed naturally to enjoy—or that they could be persuaded to enjoy.  I had complete freedom in selecting a curriculum, developing activities and assignments, and assessing student work, and my teaching evaluations were very strong.

After spending three years advising faculty, grad students, and postdocs about teaching, my perspective on teaching is considerably more nuanced.  Thanks to the hundreds of faculty who have come to me for help, who have confided in me, and who have trusted me to interview their students, I have a much broader, and more seasoned, perspective on teaching, and the place of teaching, at the large research university.

In a typical teaching philosophy statement, I would (1) state my learning objectives for my students, (2) illustrate how I used assignments and activities to fulfill those learning objectives, (3), state how I evaluated student learning outcomes, and (4) make some grandiose statements about interactive, student-centered learning.  However, in the past three years I’ve read more than a hundred of these, and I fear a certain tedium sets in after reading more than a few.  Accordingly, I will address these teaching concepts, but less directly, through vignettes that I hope illustrate my commitment to teaching all students, my deep thinking about the relationship between theory and praxis, and my very practical approaches to common classroom challenges.

Dealing with that guy

When I encourage faculty to incorporate more interactive learning opportunities into their courses, they frequently express the fear that students won’t talk, and that they’ll find themselves stuck in an awkward silence in front of a hundred or more students.  In my classroom, however, the challenge frequently is less getting students to speak than to encourage one student to talk less.  Almost every undergraduate course I’ve taught has had “that guy,” a student—and 90 percent of the time it’s a young white man—who sits in the first or second row of the classroom, two or three seats to my left, and who must comment on everything, to the point that the students sitting behind him are rolling their eyes.

My approach to such a student is to take him aside after class and recruit him to my cause of reaching all learners, of ensuring all voices get heard.  I thank him for the comments that have been spot on—and I cite those specifically—and then tell him that some students need more time to formulate their thoughts before speaking.  Would he mind waiting a bit before speaking so that these students can get a chance to participate?  I tell him to feel free to e-mail me with any thoughts he didn’t get a chance to share.  So far, this tactic has worked every time, and it’s clear from their contributions to class that these students become better listeners and more critical thinkers as a result of that listening.

Learning with students with disabilities

Both because I’ve found most students respond well to images and video and because I’m a visual learner myself, my classes tend to be highly visual in nature.  I may share a dozen or more images during a single class meeting.  When I first had a blind student in my classroom, however, I realized this practice needed to be supplemented with better audio description and alternative ways of accessing the material.  I was fortunate that the student was willing to work with me and was forgiving of my failure to plan for visually impaired students when I developed the course.

The experience of working with this student, and since then with other students with physical and learning disabilities, made me become interested in the universal design for learning, a set of principles that calls for giving learners multiple ways of acquiring information and knowledge, of engaging with material presented during class time, and of demonstrating what they have learned.  I’m now chairing the teaching and learning subcommittee of the campus’s electronic accessibility steering committee, where I have the opportunity to ask hard questions about—and provide tentative answers to—campus policies.  For example, UC Davis’s new general education requirements call for students to demonstrate visual and oral literacy.  How does a blind student develop visual literacy, and how might we measure it?  How does a student who does not speak demonstrate mastery of oral expression?  I’m thrilled to have the opportunity to collaborate with faculty and students in addressing these issues.

Helping the general education student research and write papers

The departments in which I have taught typically offer a large number of courses that help students fulfill the GE writing requirement.  Accordingly, my classes tend to have a large number of non-majors who have not had sufficient opportunities to write argumentative papers or undertake research.  One fifth-year managerial economics student confessed to me that she had not written a thesis statement since fall quarter of her first year, and I suspect she was not alone in this experience.  Such students pose a special challenge, and I meet it by spending extra time helping students search the library’s databases, by offering multiple extra office hours (as many as 30 hours one week when I was a graduate student), and by partnering with reference and instructional librarians.

It also means I spend a portion of each course reviewing the principles of writing with my students.  Some faculty have told me they don’t have time for such instruction as they have too much material to “cover.”  My experience has been the opposite; by encouraging students to undertake research on topics related to the class (but not explicitly covered during it), and then asking students to share their research with the class, students are exposed to far more material, and have a more meaningful engagement with it, than they would if I had simply lectured or had them read about it.  My classes are about discovering and uncovering, not “covering.”

My goal in every course is to make myself approachable to students and yet ultimately dispensable.  I teach my students to ask thoughtful questions, conduct research, and express themselves through multiple media.  I design my classes to help students learn to better engage with the world, with the hope that they will take steps toward effecting positive change in it.

After my experiences at the public history conference today, I’m thinking it’s time for me to write a teaching philosophy statement that’s specific to teaching public history.

What are your thoughts on teaching philosophy statements?  Pointless exercises, valuable opportunities for reflection, or something in between?

Views from spring break, part III

He likes to pick apart the camellia buds that have fallen from the bush in my parents’ yard:

Grandma, at my sister’s baby shower:

Baby shower cupcakes:

Flowers in my mom’s garden:

Fang, actually relaxed even though he is not at home:

Views from spring break, part II

I have a strange compulsion to photograph my dad when he’s using his camera.  It helps that Dad is photogenic.

Finally, I think this image nicely sums up my last month or so.  (Embiggen to read the sign.)

Views from spring break, part I

I’m on spring break and carrying my camera everywhere, as I’ve found I’ve been lousy about documenting the boy’s life recently.

I call this one “Suburban boy taken hostage by mother and forced to pose listlessly in front of world’s largest ammonite”:

 

The Triangle Shirtwaist fire centennial

Today is the centennial of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire.

I encourage you to reflect today on all the rights union organizing, and especially women’s organizing, has since earned workers–and what we’re in the process of losing.

The Lemon Trees

We received more news today about Grandma’s cancer.  She may have as little time as three months.

We’re all very sad.

This poem has comforted me this evening, as I have indeed seen Grandma’s lemon tree through the half-shut gate, among the leafage of a court.

I hope it comforts my family as well.  You, too, may find it heartening at the end of a long winter.

I’ve included a recording of me reading it, made on my laptop in my home office, so it’s a bit echo-ey–but if you prefer audio, there it is, below the text of the poem.

The Lemon Trees

Listen; the poets laureate
walk only among plants
of unfamiliar name: boxwood, acanthus;
I, for my part, prefer the streets that fade
to grassy ditches where a boy
hunting the half-dried puddles
sometimes scoops up a meagre eel;
the little paths that wind along the slopes,
plunge down among the cane-tufts,
and break into the orchards, among trunks of the lemon-trees.
Better if the jubilee of birds
is quenched, swallowed entirely in the blue:
more clear to the listener murmur of friendly boughs
in air that scarcely moves,
that fills the senses with this odor
inseparable from earth,
and rains an unquiet sweetness in the breast.
Here by a miracle is hushed
the war of the diverted passions,
here even to us poor falls our share of riches,
and it is the scent of the lemon-trees.

See, in these silences
in which things yield and seem
about to betray their ultimate secret,
sometimes one half expects
to discover a mistake of Nature,
the dead point of the world, the link which will not hold,
the thread to disentangle which might set us at last
in the midst of a truth.
The eyes cast round,
the mind seeks harmonizes disunites
in the perfume that expands
when day most languishes.
Silences in which one sees
in each departing human shadow
some dislodged Divinity.
But the illusion wanes and time returns us
to our clamorous cities where the blue appears
only in patches, high up, among the gables.
Then rain falls wearying the earth,
the winter tedium weighs on the roofs,
the light grows miserly, bitter the soul.
When one day through the half-shut gate,
among the leafage of a court
the yellows of the lemon blaze
and the heart’s ice melts
and songs
pour into the breast
from golden trumpets of solarity.

— Eugenio Montale, trans. Irma Brandeis

TheLemonTrees.mp3

Anxiety and Overwhelm

Image by James Lee, and used under a Creative Commons license

I can’t recall the context, but one of my colleagues, a full professor, mentioned recently that she enjoyed encouraging new faculty and really wished she could help junior faculty work more quickly through the anxiety that attends the first few years on the tenure track.

I don’t think she was referring to me; I’m not really feeling any anxiety, so I hope I’m not exhibiting any.

I wanted to take a moment to puzzle out why this is so, as while I am very laissez-faire about many aspects of my life, I can be a bit, ahem, obsessive about others. It seems to me that if I was going to feel anxious about anything, pursuing tenure, and especially on my institution’s clock—we go up for tenure in year 4 or 5, which seems to be a bit faster than elsewhere—would be an excellent catalyst. I’m hoping my musings will help others in similar situations—and their mentors—identify those factors that might ease anxiety. (Note: I’m listing my experiences here, not giving advice—your mileage may vary.)

I’m a bit older than many of the people I’ve seen on the job market at conferences and on campus interviews. I’m 35—I’ll be 36 this spring—and I’m significantly more comfortable with myself than I was in my mid and late 20s. (I loved my 20s, but they were more of a confidence-building decade than anything.) Those extra few years of life experience have made me more secure in my identity.

My colleagues are all very supportive and let me know, without prompting, that they think I’m doing a great job. They’re exceptionally kind individuals, quick with a laugh or (mostly) harmless snark, and they’re full of invitations to coffee or lunch. They offer good advice, and they clue me in to the subtexts of conversations that have been going on for years. And they totally consider me to be an honest-to-goodness historian–and even better, a public historian–which still makes me smile when I think about it, as it’s absolutely the right disciplinary home for me and my work.

The scale of the university keeps it from feeling overwhelming. The student body is growing quickly, but I feel as if the faculty community is still a size that makes it reasonable to get to know people in other departments. I’m participating in various “Faculty Connections” groups through the teaching center, and I’ve joined a faculty interest group on community outreach. I’m collaborating with folks from across the disciplines on a creative project about women in science. The university’s president knows my name* and recently asked me to come chat with him about possible directions the university might take with regard to instructional technology.** A week or so ago, our college’s dean hosted lunch for a group of new faculty, so she’s very accessible, too.

I suspect my years of working in non-faculty positions also have helped to decrease any anxiety I might be feeling. My jobs have tended to be either public-facing or in service to very large affinity groups (e.g. university faculty, parents of elementary-age students). I’ve had to work with a lot of different kinds of people, and I know my years of consulting with faculty on technology and teaching helped me get to better know, from a position of relative equality (versus the student-professor relationship), the various genera and species of faculty.

Last—but certainly not least—my domestic partner in crime has done much to bolster my confidence. Prior to meeting him, I was always a bit shy and unsure how to interact with strangers. Fang has modeled a particular way of engaging with the world that has proved salutary to me. He has a facility with people–he both plays with them in ways they might not recognize (I’m not so good at this) and is tremendously talented at putting himself in other people’s shoes (I’m learning!).

Yes, I feel an occasional twinge of nervousness about the whole tenure process, but for the most part I’m confident in my work and in my place in my department and at the university. I suspect I’ll feel even more confident after making progress on my book this summer and getting those three articles out the door.

What about you? What has bolstered your confidence at work and in life? And what have you done to help make “new” people (in whatever context) feel less anxious and more confident?

*OK, that may be more because of my rantings about the campus’s acquisition of a Chick-Fil-A than my academic brilliance. But still. It’s nice.
**He’s actually invited me to chat a couple of times. But I’m waiting until the state legislature is no longer in session because there’s too much batshit insane stuff going on in the statehouse, and methinks his attention is a bit divided at the moment.

Welcome to the New Clutter Museum

The Clutter Museum is dead!* Long live The Clutter Museum!

After 867 posts at the Blogger-hosted Clutter Museum, I decided the institution needed a new home. As I don’t have the budget for a starchitect, I opted for tweaking** the Pretty Young Thing child theme that runs over the Genesis framework.

Starchitecture! (The Contemporary Jewish Museum)

“Wait. . .” you’re thinking. “You paid for a theme when there are so many cool free ones?” Well, yes and no. I didn’t purchase it just for The Clutter Museum, but we did buy the Genesis Pro Pack, which gives our little home business permission to use it on multiple sites. If you’re in need of a site for personal or professional use, drop me a line at trillwing -at- gmail -dot- com, and I’ll hook you up with Fang, who has been designing lots of sites based on the Studiopress child themes. At the moment, Fang is grateful for the work, and friends of The Clutter Museum–that’s you!–will get a discount. </shameless plug>

Why didn’t I move to WordPress before now? Sheer laziness. I was puzzling over how to move both all the old posts and their images (images are the sticky wicket) from Blogger, when I had a revelation: I didn’t need to move them–a link in the sidebar would be sufficient, yes? (We don’t need no stinkin’ SEO.) I’ve been using WordPress for years–all my other websites are on WordPress.

So, anyway. . . Help me christen the site by smashing some champagne bottles in the comments section, won’t you?

* Or, rather, on ice.  The archives will remain on Blogger.
** And expect more tweaks. I’m obsessing.

Photo by Christopher Chan, and used under a Creative Commons license.